Golden Feathers

León Austral · 05-11-2011, 11:54 AM

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Life in a pack was very monotonous some times, just doing the same thing over and over and over but the earth and chocolate colored man wouldn't change it for all the Spanish whiskey in the world, he would rather spend his days toiling away than struggling for survival on the outside, death had almost come for him and Analise during the snowstorm of February and now León was very wary of it, even though he was planning on an excursion to the town beyond 'Souls soon, the Spaniard shook his head and huffed wondering why he was so stupid sometimes. Strong hands gripped the pitchfork and broad shoulders flexed as he dug the prongs into the dirty hay and lifted it clear of the stall before returning for another load.

Cleaning out the stables was one of the tasks that he surprisingly enjoyed, it gave him ample time to think while his body went through the motions of his job within the pack. Most of the horses were absent which was why he had chosen now to clean them, less distractions. But as always his loyal mount Faith was watching him from her own stall, her great black head rising high and her ears pointed towards him, the star splash of white on her forehead standing out prominently, she nickered gently and sang for him in her low speech language, lilting spanish words meeting his ears gratefully. His racing thoughts were calmed and instead he listened. One who did not speak low speech would only hear a horse nickering gently at her owner but the black maned man knew different.

Time was one thing it did not take him a lot of to finish cleaning out the stables and he put his pitchfork away and dusted off his callused hands. Faith looked at him and snorted before lowering her head to munch at the fresh hay in her feedbox.

León does. "León speaks." León thinks.

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